Oh the thrills of torture,
I can't begin to describe how good it feels to have another mans life in your hands,
To see the fear in his eyes as he looks at yours feeling death crawling up his spine,
Clawing her way through ones skin approaching the soul that lies within the chambers of ones still beating heart,
Death is Births older sister and my is she beautiful,
I do not believe she is ugly,
I do not believe she is a sculpture of dry bones or that of wrinkly and lifeless skin,
No I find her to be a delicate virgin with everlasting beauty worthy of envy from the gods,
Medusa herself was no match for this divine woman's beauty,
A kiss from Death and I could die a happy man,
But I am no longer man nor Human,
I was stripped of that honor when I lost my sanity,
But I did not lose it,
No I simply became more sane,
And now I sacrifice this mans life as a token to glimpse at Deaths beauty...
And die to fade away.